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A/N � See � I�m writing
again! A day after my last chapter! And�I�ve planned this fic all the way up to
chapter 50! Which means that my writers block has finally broken! FINALLY!
Thank you Chris Sabat and unedited season 2 DBZ. Enjoy!

Chapter 47: An Eternity
That Lasted An Instant

~*~

�You want me to go where?�
Kakarot fought not to show any sign of annoyance, but the predicament he
currently found himself in was severely trying his patience. The King was sending
him away on a mission that would take him off planet for a very long time! It
was frustrating, incredibly so! Just when he�d thought he was making headway
with Vegeta and breaking through some of his barriers something had gone wrong
and he�d become icy and closed off again.

Evidently the blowjob had been
a bad idea.

�I want you to find Brolly. He
should have been back by now and since we�ve had no contact with him I can only
assume that either he found Frieza and got himself killed or he�s taken off
like the coward I always thought he was.� Vegeta glared at him as though he was
a simpleton. �Now, do I need to repeat myself a third time or do you think you
can manage the very simple job I have given you?�

�I think I can manage, Sire.�
Kakarot forced himself to bow, half to pacify Vegeta and half to hide the look
of anger on his face. �What should I do if I find Brolly? Should I bring him
back?�

�If you find him�� Vegeta
seemed to mull over the idea. ��If you find Brolly then kill him. He�s become a
liability to the Saiyajin Empire.� He was about to add something else but
paused, closing his mouth with an audible �snap�.

�Sire�� Kakarot knew
instinctively what Vegeta had been about to say and rather then leave things
unsaid he spoke up. �Brolly was sent to find the Earth woman, correct?� The
third class saiyan watched his King carefully, watching for any sign of
emotion. �What if he found her? What should I do with her?�

Vegeta swallowed and met
Kakarot�s eyes with a steely glare. A glare, Kakarot thought, that
was designed to hide whatever he was truly feeling.

�If he has recovered the
woman, my property, then bring her back. She will face punishments for
her betrayal and her defection.�

There was a tone to Vegeta�s
voice that sent shivers down Kakarot�s spine. He had always prided himself on
his ability to ensure he heard all the latest gossip and the gossip around the
palace was all about the blue haired slave that had bewitched the king. The
earthling woman that had survived against the odds and who, although she was
supposed to be working on some kind of ki enhancing weapon, had managed to do
almost no work on the project without reprisals.

The gossip had labelled her as
a beautiful genius that had wormed her way into Vegeta�s good graces by her
amazing prowess in bed and her ability to wrap him around her little finger by
granting his every sick sexual fantasy. Apparently the Queen had been bitterly
jealous of the earthling and her relationship to her then to-be husband.

Bulma Briefs sounded like an amazing
woman, someone who had talents not unlike his own. If indeed he somehow managed
to find Brolly and the woman�well�he couldn�t wait to meet her. If everything
he had heard about her was true then it was no wonder Vegeta wanted her back.
Hell, if everything he had heard about her was true then he was going to find
himself hard pressed to bring her back to Vegeta.

�Sire, if I am to bring back
the woman then perhaps an image of her would help me identify her�� Kakarot
allowed his voice to trail off and he straightened up from his bow and allowed
a small smirk to play across his face. His trip back to the Saiyajin Empire
hadn�t been quite what he had expected it to be, but no matter. He�d enjoyed
his little visit even if he hadn�t been able to kill his father.

�An image? Hmph.� Vegeta
crossed his arms and drummed the fingers of one hand on his muscle bound arm.
�You�ll have to see security for that. There would be some security footage of
her somewhere; you�re welcome to help yourself. Now, if there is nothing else I
will expect you to be on your way.�

�Yes, Sire.� Kakarot bowed
again, turned smartly on one heel and stalked away down the hallway. He�d leave
and do his job like a good little soldier; he couldn�t afford to give up his
nice little position here on Vegetasei.

Not when he was having so much
fun�

~*~

Vegeta watched Kakarot walk
away, feeling irritated at himself for the momentarily lapse he had felt when
Bardock�s son had brought up Bulma. Why did he feel this way? Why was he still
so caught up in her even though she�d shown her true colours and abandoned him
at the first chance she�d been given?

He shook his head and almost
rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. The woman was a criminal and a dangerous
one at that. He knew that she was a very dangerous little minx who was far too
clever for her own good�but�he still wanted her. He wanted her more then ever.
Especially now that Zucchini was finally pregnant. He could afford to
have a little plaything in his bed again now that that black haired shrew was
finally out of it.

Maybe he just needed to get
himself another concubine�there was that earthling woman who had been in his
father�s harem. She was still with the other ladies waiting to be sold to new
masters, but maybe before he sent her away he should try her out. Maybe she
would be enough to keep his mind interested and take his attention away from
that blasted woman.

~*~

Bulma opened her eyes
groggily. Ilandra stood on one side of the operating table and Brolly stood on
the other, they were arguing quietly and neither one of them were aware that
Bulma had regained consciousness. For a moment Bulma blinked stupidly without
paying much attention to what they were saying, but gradually she began to
listen.

�It isn�t right! That halfling
should be killed, not left here to be brought up by a maniac like Frieza �
especially when the child is going to be raised to take control of the Saiyajin
Empire if Frieza ever manages to kill Vegeta!� Brolly stabbed his finger at
Ilandra angrily and glared at her.

Why couldn�t they get
along? Bulma wondered sleepily, and why were they arguing about her
child?

�It isn�t up to you! I�m doing
everything I can to get Bulma out of here alive and to ensure that my father
doesn�t go after her! The only way I can do that is by taking the babies out of
her! If my father has them then he wont have a reason to track Bulma down.�
Ilandra slapped Brolly�s accusing finger away from the space over Bulma�s body.
She tossed her hair and threw a withering glance at the saiyan. �If you were
smart you�d see that this is a win-win situation. My father gets what he wants
and Bulma gets to go free. The only person who looses is me.�

Bulma slowly began to take
stock of her surroundings. She was in the med bay�and�her babies were gone�?
She struggled to make sense of the conversation she�d just overheard. Slowly
some sense began to swim through the murkiness that the anaesthesia had left in
her mind

Last night Ilandra had told
them that she believed that Bulma�s life was in danger and that she thought
that Frieza was going to try to take Bulma away. Ilandra had said that the only
way she could keep Bulma safe was by getting her off the station. She and
Brolly had stayed up most of the night formulating a plan to smuggle Bulma off
the space station. Part of their plan, a part that Ilandra had fixated upon
from the start, was the removal of Bulma�s unborn babies and their transference
to artificial wombs.

It was a plan that Bulma had
readily gone along with despite some minor reservations�but here she was,
waking up on a cold metal table minus two babies. Thanks to the advanced
medical facilities on the station there wasn�t going to be a recovery stage for
Bulma � Ilandra had assured both of them that the procedure to remove the
foetuses was a �walk in � walk out� affair.

�Did it work?� Bulma struggled
to speak and the words came out slurred and fuzzy sounding. �Are the babies
gone?�

�Bulma?� Ilandra was instantly
by her side, one slender hand gently smoothing back Bulma�s fine baby blue
hair. �Don�t try to talk, honey. The drugs are going to wear off soon, we�ll
talk then.�

�I wanna know�� Bulma blinked
unsteadily, her words sounding even more slurred this time then last.

Brolly appeared by her side.
�It worked, they�re gone.�

Bulma let her head slump back
against the table. �Good.� She breathed deeply for a few moments, ignoring both
of the people above her. �Okay,� She said finally, her voice a little firmer,
�help me up.�

Ilandra looked as if she was
about to protest but Brolly instantly helped to ease her up into a sitting
position, following orders like the good little saiyan soldier he was. A roll
of nausea instantly passed through Bulma and she felt her body heave
involuntarily, �I�m gonna be s��

She was unable to finish her
sentence and she scrambled to the edge of the table just in time to be sick
over the side. Ilandra made a noise that could have been sympathy but might
just as easily have been disgust, but Bulma didn�t care. Once the nausea faded
she felt much better and she was able to steady herself without Brolly�s help.

�I want to go now.� Bulma
unsteadily climbed down from the table and wobbled her way to the bench where
she could see her clothes. She dressed without her usual finesse, even allowing
Brolly to hold her steady as she swayed back and forth while trying to pull her
boots on.

�Bulma, you don�t have to go
now�� Ilandra�s voice interrupted the silence; there was a note of pleading in
it that tugged at Bulma despite the rock-hard shields she had erected against
everything Ilandra-ish.

She had been doing her best to
ignore Ilandra since she�d discovered that she was screwing her own father, but
ignoring her was only getting Bulma so far. It was hard. Hard because even
though she hated Ilandra now�she had loved her. She had loved her deeply and it
was hard to simply switch off her emotional response.

�You said I had to leave as
soon as possible.� Bulma kept her eyes down as she finished pulling on her
boots and stood dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high leather boots and a
black and white long sleeved striped shirt that showed plenty of cleavage. She
was horribly aware of how loose the clothes were on her emaciated frame but
Bulma squashed down her insecurities.

�I know what I said but�� There
was a note of pleading to Ilandra�s voice and Bulma finally looked up at her.
Ilandra looked desperate and desolated. �I don�t want you to go. I love you.�
She walked towards Bulma, ignoring all the signs that the human was putting out
to stay away.

They faced each other
silently, each of them struggling to deal with their pain in their own way.
After what felt like an age Bulma sighed and stepped forward, taking Ilandra�s
body into an embrace. She rested her head against the icejins chest and
listened to her heartbeat.

�I can�t stay here any
longer.� She whispered the words against her lovers skin. �If your father
doesn�t kill me then I�m going to end up killing myself. This place is poison.�

Ilandra sobbed silently and
wrapped her arms tightly around Bulma. �I�m so sorry.� She whispered
eventually, resting her cheek lightly on Bulma�s hair.

Gradually Bulma drew away. She
held one of Ilandra�s hands for a moment as they stared into each other�s eyes,
then she let go; not just of her lover�s hand but of everything. The last
remaining flicker of emotion that was loyal to Ilandra slipped away with her
hand and Bulma stood for a moment feeling oddly like an empty vessel. For an
eternity that lasted an instant she knew what freedom was, and in that instant
Bulma saw herself for what she was.

She would never be her own
person because all her life she�d defined who she was based upon the people she
was with and the situation she was in. Now, free of everything, she saw herself
as the sad lonely little girl she was. Not even Brolly, who she almost counted
as a friend, meant anything to her really. She was truly alone

Bulma felt herself smile.

�We have to go.� Brolly
touched her shoulder and Bulma turned around with the smile still firmly in
place.

�Then lets go.�

Ilandra led the way to the
docking bay. Down they went, down into the depths of a space station that may
just as well have been hell. The further down they went the more it seemed to
Bulma that she could actually smell the stench of moral decay; it hung in the
air like a fine veil.

There wasn�t a sound to be
heard aside from their soft footfalls as they moved like ghosts down the
corridors. It was as they were approaching the doors for the docking bay that
Bulma realised that there should have been more people around. It was the
middle of the day, yet the place was deserted.

�It�s a trap�� The softly
spoken words had barely left her mouth when a ki blast seemed to appear from
nowhere. It arced through the air towards Bulma in a stunning flare of golden
light. It was beautiful.

�No!� Ilandra leapt in the way
in a flash, smacking the blast out of the air with a show of strength that few
people had ever witnessed. �Father!� She hissed as she hovered in the air in
front of Bulma, a lilac aura surrounding her as her power level crept up.

�Daughter.� Frieza was
suddenly in front of them, Zarbon at his side. They both wore identical smirks
on their faces. �Did you really think that I would allow you to let them leave?
They�re too dangerous to be left alive, especially now that they both know
our plans for the Saiyajin Empire.�

Ilandra bared her teeth and
growled, �How! How did you find out?�

Frieza tossed back his head
and laughed, Zarbon copied the gesture immediately. �This is my station, my
empire � nothing goes on here without me knowing about it.� He stopped
chuckling abruptly and fixed ruby eyes on them all. �Now daughter, get out of
my way so I can obliterate these two monkeys��

�No.� Ilandra spat on the
ground in her father�s direction. �I won�t let you.� She turned her head
slightly towards Brolly while she kept her eyes on Frieza. �Zarbon�s mine, you
take daddy dearest.�

�Gladly.� Brolly smirked and
powered up, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush he always did when he was
about to battle someone. It had been so long since he�d taken on somebody with
a power level similar to his, he�d heard stories about Frieza�s strength but he
found it hard to believe that the delicate looking being in front of him could
actually have strength close to his.

In a flash Ilandra, Brolly,
Frieza and Zarbon were moving; their moves so lightning fast that Bulma
couldn�t keep track of them. She edged closer to the wall and tried to get down
as low as she could. Explosions, grunts of pain and screams of power issued back
and forth across the room. For an instant she saw Frieza and Brolly trading
blows, then they were gone. An instant later she caught a glimpse of Ilandra
with Zarbon in a headlock before Zarbon pulled free and they disappeared again.

She turned her gaze on the
docking bay doors and after taking a deep steadying breath she gathered her
courage and sprung to her feet, bolting towards the doors as fast as she was
able.

�Oh, no you don�t, clever
little monkey.� Bulma heard Frieza�s raspy voice beside her and she screamed
despite herself as he phased in front of her, a glowing red ki ball in his
hand. She slid to a stop and for less than a moment she stared at Frieza and
waited for the end�then Zarbon interrupted.

With a howl of humiliation
Zarbon found himself flung straight at his master from Ilandra�s masterful
grasp. He slammed into Frieza with enough force to send a stress fracture up
the side of the wall. Both of them collapsed into a pile and Bulma didn�t need
any further urging to leap past them and continue on her way to the door.

Behind her Brolly and Ilandra
were barring Frieza�s way while Zarbon lay prone on the floor, blue liquid
leaking from his skull and pooling around his body. It was evident that Zarbon
wasn�t going to be doing any more fighting ever again.

Bulma reached the door as the
fight behind her grew in intensity, Frieza�s frustrated growls sending shivers
down her spine. She frantically stabbed her finger at the door�s open button,
but to her dismay the door remained stubbornly closed.

�Shit.� Bulma slammed a fist
into the door and then wrenched open the control panel next to it. She didn�t
know wether Frieza had locked the door before the fight or wether it had been
damaged when Zarbon and Frieza crashed into the wall, all she knew was that she
had to get the door opened.

She scrabbled desperately at
the wires inside the control panel, her eyes identifying which wires needed to
be crossed in order to �hot wire� the door security system. Finally she
managed to wrench the right wires free and connect them and the door grated
open with a slow screeching sound, indicating to Bulma that the stress
fractured had warped the entire wall and door frame.

�Brolly! Ilandra!� She
screamed as she slipped through the door, standing inside the docking bay
panting with her exertion. She risked a glance back through the door, hoping
that somehow Frieza would be gone or dead.

But of course he wasn�t. He
had one hand wrapped around Brolly�s throat while the other one punched him
with such force and speed that his movements were a blur. Suddenly Ilandra was
there again, she brought both of her hands down on her father�s head with
enough force that he was stunned for an moment and Brolly slipped from his
grasp.

�Go! Get Bulma out of here!
Take the scout ship and go!� Ilandra hit her father again and then was forced
to block and defend as he turned his brutal attack on her. Brolly didn�t need
any further urging; he was through the door in an instant.

For a moment, before Brolly
dragged her away, Bulma met Ilandra�s gaze and they looked into each other�s
eyes for a final time�then Brolly had her by the wrist and had dragged her into
the ship.

Bulma was dazzled by the speed
in which things had happened, she let Brolly strap her into a seat as he slid
into the captions chair. Then they were off � the cargo bay doors vaporised in
a flash of weaponry and the scout slid out of the space station. Bulma waited
for something else to happen � for another ship to come after them or for a
tractor beam to prevent them from leaving.

But nothing happened.

Once they were far enough away
Brolly turned the ship around and left her again. Bulma sat like a rag doll
staring at the space station through the view screen and when Brolly appeared
outside of the ship with an aura of tight green energy around him like a
protective bubble Bulma almost laughed. Then he fired an energy beam at the
space station and in a flash it exploded�

Bulma had a moment to wonder
why the space station�s shield and defence systems weren�t working before shock
took a firm hold of her and unconsciousness welled up. Her final thought was of
Ilandra, who had sacrificed herself to get Bulma free�and who had been on the
space station when it exploded.

~*~

A/N � Finally! I finally got them off that damned
space station! Screw you writers block! It took a couple of hours but she is
finally away from the icejins! Come on � show me love!
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